Cast of Characters
Warlocks
Mark Glassner -- Mary Sullivan
Sex Slaves "The Sluts"
Alison -- Desiree Fitzsimmons -- Xiu -- Korina -- Fiona -- Violet -- Lillian -- Nurse Thamina -- Karen (Sister Louise Afra) -- Jessica St. Pierre, Reporter -- Agent Noel Heinrich, FBI -- Dr. Willow WolfTail -- April
Demons
Lucifer -- Lilith -- Marduk
The Cult of Lilith
Lana -- Chantelle
Sisters of Mary Magdalene
Mother Superior MaryΔm -- Sister Theodora Mariam -- Archangel Gabriel -- Dominion Ramiel (Angel) -- Sister Agnes Chibuzo -- Sister Isabella Cecillia -- Doug Allard -- Tina Allard
Other
Brandon Fitzsimmons -- Antsy (Mark's Sister) -- Alice -- Sandy (Mark's Mother) -- Sean (Mary's Father) -- Shannon (Mary's Older Sister) -- Missy (Mary's Younger Sister) -- George (Shannon's Fiance)-- Damien (Missy's Boyfriend) -- Felicity (Sean's Slut) -- Joy (Sandy Slut) -- Avialle (Antsy's Slut) -- Samnag Soun (Grad Student NYU)
Chapter One
Today, a new world is reborn. Today, we cast aside the shackles of men and liberate womankind. Today, we have struck the first blow in the name of our goddess, Lilith of the Black Moon. Seattle is ours. It is only the beginning.
--excerpt from High Priestess Chantelle's victory speech, November 18th, 2013
Thursday, June 20th, 2013 -- Svitlana "Lana" Paquet-Holub -- Mount Rainier National Park, WA
"Sisters, we gather on the night of the summer solstice to give thanks to the Goddesses in all things," Babylon intoned.
The fire crackled in the clearing as Babylon, the coven's leader, led us in a series of prayers and spells. Fiery sparks rose into the air like tiny souls. Tonight was the Summer Solstice. I fought my trembles as I stepped up to the bonfire, my wife at my side. We were the high priestesses of Lilith. Tonight, we would unveil our goddess before the coven of women assembled around the fire.
There were ten in total. Each woman stripped naked, their bodies painted orange and red by the firelight. No men were allowed in this coven of Wiccans. They prayed to nature spirits and pretended to cast spells. Tonight, Chantelle and I would show them true magic and a real goddess to worship. Most were eager for it. All week, Babylon, their coven leader, had called and texted my wife, explaining how her coven yearned for tonight's unveiling.
Our goddess, Lilith, had commanded us to find her followers. We had obeyed.
My wife and I owed our goddess much. She had freed us from Mark Glassner's control. So we had sworn fealty to her and sold her our souls. I received eternal youth and beauty for my wife and I while Chantelle had the power to create a cock from her clit.
I loved it when she fucked me with her girl-cock.
I glanced at Babylon as she went through her prayers. I had never liked church, but now that I was a high priestess I should change my opinion. Babylon threw herself into her prayers, committing every ounce of her energy into her worship of nature and the divine feminine.
My wife and I had met Babylon earlier this week in a coffee shop. She was a single mother and civil engineer for the City of Seattle who found Wicca after her abusive husband beat her nearly to death. At a battered women's shelter, a kind woman named Helena introduced her to the worship of nature and the Divine Goddess. When Helena passed away two years ago, Babylon took over the coven and drove out the few men, along with any women who objected.
Those who remained hated men. They were exactly what Lilith looked for.
No man was worthy of worshiping Lilith.
Most of the coven was gay. I could see their hungry looks as they gazed upon the naked flesh of my wife, Chantelle, and myself. And the rest were certainly bi or bi-curious. The coven ranged from the young Crystal, Babylon's eighteen-year-old daughter, to Babylon herself in her early forties.
"Sisters, we have all waited for this momentous night," Babylon said, finished with her prayers and invocations. "Lilith herself shall appear. The first feminist." Babylon shuddered, raising her arms high in supplication. "She wanted to be equal with her husband, Adam, and he dismissed her and found another wife who would submit to his brutish whims. Eve. This is what's wrong with mainstream, patriarchy dominated religion."
A wild look appeared in Babylon's eyes.
"That is why we have rejected society's dogma and retreated to our sisterhood. We have striven to perform feminine magic, untainted by destructive, masculine energy." Babylon rubbed at her womb. "We hold creation in our very bellies. Tonight, Chantelle and Lana will summon a true goddess, one who promises us power and freedom from men's chains."
Chantelle nodded. "With Lilith, we do not need men even for their seed. We shall create a world free of their destruction."
Doubt radiated from the group. Starlight, a green-haired girl with small breasts and nipples pierced with gold barbells tipped with emeralds, shifted. She had an innocent face, but I could hear her whispered japes to the other coven members. Her eyes glinted with mockery as they stared at my wife and me.
I enjoyed petite women, like my beautiful Chantelle, so I wouldn't mind putting Starlight's smug mouth to work on my cunt once we demonstrated our magic.
"Now Sisters, Chantelle and Lana have come before us to summon Lilith," Babylon said, giving Starlight a hard stare, "so please be respectful of those who speak for a Goddess as illustrious as Lilith."
Starlight snorted.
I stared at Starlight, but she only gave me a mocking smile.
Babylon sighed. "We will speak in private, Sister Starlight, when the ceremony is over." Babylon looked out at the rest of the group. "Sisters Chantelle and Lana wish to demonstrate their Goddess's power and entreat us to pay homage to Lilith."
Chantelle strode forward, her black hair rustling in the breeze as she stepped before the group. She stood naked and proud, totally unfazed by all the strange women's gazes on her lithe, dancer's body. All those years swinging on stripper poles at Deja Vu had stripped shame from my wife and me. That was how I met my wife. We both stripped at Deja Vu in Lakewood. Chantelle had been dancing on stage when our eyes met. Electricity surged between us.
At that moment, I knew I had to have her. Before Chantelle, I was straight, only occasionally fooling around with girls.
I moved after her, walking with a strut, my curvy body swaying and my large breasts jiggling. I moved behind my wife and pressed my round breasts into her back. I wrapped my arms around Chantelle's waist, my hands rubbing along her flat stomach and reaching down to her shaved cunt.